Übersetzung: Top der Messe. In Schreiben.
I'll keep your picture in my pocket so I can see you when I want to. I'll keep your picture in my pocket so I can see you when I want to. Could you
top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho
: And I've got studios to write in (?) And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe when I'm resting Furniture
Glock at his moms and his pops Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence Write
baby we poppin rubber bands lil mama i am the man tell me what you sayin [Chrystina] Everybody gets Gets a fair try You alright with me Till you tell a lie From the top
: (with Damian Marley) And I've got studios to write in (?) And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe
: [Verse 1:] A Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal
s as tall as Yao Ming Will LUP emperor? It's the foundation, I-beams and the antennas It's so serious every time I write my john hancock Like, you could
kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence Write
jungle land The midnight gang's assembled And picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign That brings this fair city
We're far from good Not good from far 90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screaming we don't give a f-ck Drink my 40 ounce of
Stop Or The Narcs Knock I Gotta Give It To You Straight Like A Bar Shot Cuz The Streets Don't Play Fair (Huh) Niggas Mad Cuz You Got More Rides Than The State Fair
' And we put it on records to entertain ya wit' I'm grown with pains way deeper than Mike Seavers Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts On top
talk soft Let me turn this up an' make you crack your drop top I cannot stop, it's like a curse You'll break your jaw just tryin' to recite my verse I write
to skip Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X. And if we cool, then I write a hook for a
that you can't write down, Start again from the top, come on people bounce. Verse 4 a?? Suffa Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair
And I've got studios to write in (?) And I've got news for rejoicing Now a new sun is rising I count my blessings That I'm safe when I'm resting